The Doors-' The Carousel Doors Affair'

Подробнее о видео

"Carousel of Fantasy"

In the heart of Covina, where dreams would collide,
Eastland’s neon beacon lit the night sky wide.
A shopping mecca for clothes, secrets, and chance,
Where teens in their liaisons sparked a stolen glance.

The Carousel spun, a theater in the round,
And Jim Morrison’s voice was a world-shaking sound.
Through January nights, '68 held its sway,
As The Doors played on and swept us away.

My mom, Patricia, held the keys to the gate,
A backstage pass to the thrill of fate.
For free, I slipped through the velvet divide,
Where girls with curls danced, hearts open wide.

The crowd was electric, a chill in the air,
As Morrison growled, eyes wild with flare.
A carousel of fantasy spun so real,
Covina felt like a rock ‘n’ roll reel.

The lights flashed, and music soared to the sky,
While Eastland pulsed with a magical high.
From shopping bags to hidden desires,
We burned in the glow of The Doors' fires.

So here’s to those nights of dizzy delight,
Where Jim's voice echoed, alive in the night.
A memory carved in that Elektra sea—
A Carousel of dreams, forever spinning free.